rough hands - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
His hands looked and felt like worn leather.
Calista looked sharply up as he took her hands into his. They felt like sandpaper or perhaps stone, rough and unfinished. It suited him, she thought, looking into his deep eyes, cheeks reddening. His hands were warm in hers as he brought them up to his lips, her nerves tingling at the harsh comfort of contact.
They were callused and raw, like he'd had a difficult life and worked twice as hard for everything he had. Every pinprick touch felt unfeeling. Funny how somethings can feel unfeeling, but I guess he's just been through too much.